Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Ah, Valentine's Day. A day when undying love is declared, when girlfriends who normally berate their boyfriends for not buying them presents berate them FOR buying a Valentine's present, saying that their love did not need an overly-commercialised occasion to be celebrated on; a day when sad singles mope around in singles' bars listening to beatniks read poetry and chugging Bloody Marys trying to get drunk and bring on the sweet release of sleep a little earlier. (Not that I'd know anything about that. Hic. --Ed)

A day when people in Cambridge, eccentric as they are, become even MORE eccentric and do all sorts of weird things. I actually met one medic couple who told me, ensconced in each others' arms, that they were going to celebrate this sacred day by quizzing each other on Anatomy in the library. (Exactly HOW they were going to, uh, explore anatomy, they didn't say, but I'd rather not know. --Ed)

This morning's Pathology lecture saw our lecturer (who, by the way, is a self-confessed sex addict and who is a GOLDMINE for funny quotes--wait for another upcoming edition of a post like this one --Ed) being interrupted by a loud yell from the rear of the lecture hall, as a medic ran down the stairs followed by a large gorilla, and presented her with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. (Okay, so the large gorilla was actually a RAG volunteer in a costume, but still. It's a GORILLA in a Pathology lecture. Spot the odd one out. --Ed)

The mystery in my previous post has been solved...NurseQuack WAS sent by HospitalPhoenix after all. He had dropped a pretty big hint in his Valentine's Day post, but I, uh, hadn't read it yet. Yeah, that's it. Donald Trump, who for a while now has been developing quite the crush on NurseQuack, was so overjoyed that he flew NurseQuack back to Trump Tower in New York to have a sumptuous seven-course Valentine's Day dinner.

HospitalPhoenix says here NurseQuack told her boyfriend she was on a nurse-prescribing course in Cambridge. She is. The medicine being prescribed to her is Donald Trump.

Anna Akhmatova: Rummage her plumage?! Why'd you have to go and do THAT? The mental images are horrible! She's at it again!

Dan: Hey, I can be your new maximum. Yeah baby.

Carmelo: Alive in a blogospheric way, I mean. I'm glad you're still commenting, and that you're okay. We haven't heard from you in some time, you know. Have you really stopped blogging for good? Please say you haven't, dude.

I wish interesting things like that happened in our lectures... *sigh*

I remember in second year, one of our 'legendary' profs, (an anatomy one) ended the lecture by saying,"By the way, do we have a Carol in the room?"

When Carol raised her hand tentatively, the prof produced a single red rose from under the podium and walked up to her and gave it to her, saying, "Your boyfriend asked me to give you this and wish you a Happy Valentine's Day."

It was all 'awww' at the time, but it was also a weird gesture in a way.

Hello from the island of Berneray in the Outer Hebrides. A weird fact; Donald Trump's mother comes from Lewis, the most northerly island in the Outer Hebrides. I can confidently report that no-one, even on the most windswept days, has hair like his.

Still, if/when they build the tunnel from the Outer Hebrides to the mainland:

Michelle: Hahaha...my pleasure. Roxy deserves to eat, you know! You need to keep her fat and cute like she is now. A thin Roxy is a non-cute Roxy (and a cardinal sin).

Calavera: Ooh, now THAT was sweet! There's an idea I'm going to put away for future use *rubs hands gleefully* I did some sweet stuff this V-Day too, but nothing THAT great. And yes, HP rocketh! Congrats on the NurseQuack!

Zewt: It's a SHE, Zewt. And she's 60 years old. Doesn't that just give you the most delightful mental images? :)

John Kirriemuir: Wow, thanks for stopping by! Finally, someone ELSE who knows where Trump's mum is from! He was planning to expand to Scotland by building that golf course in Aberdeen I hear, in which case that tunnel would come in quite useful. Any word on whether it's going ahead as as planned?

JustCallMeJo: Hahaha thanks. I don't blame you, you must be REALLY busy...how DO you manage to keep two blogs? One alone is sending me over the edge.

Ooh, I wished sometimes a giant lizard would erupt from the floor and eat the lecturer, or the roof would cave in on them or something. But hey, I'm in the midst of writing a sketch show, and you've given me ideas...

Zewt: Aw thanks! I am indeed part Chinese, and have always celebrated CNY. Gong xi fa cai to you too!

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